Video Description: I am trying to relax with My feet up on My footstool slave... But I just cannot get comfortable with its big, bulky body. Even when I make it grovel on the floor like a worm, it is just getting in My way! I have had enough of this slave being the size it is. I make it kneel before Me and order it to focus on how it truly feels in My divine presence. it feels so small and inferior as it kisses the floor at My superior Goddess feet. Today is finally the day that I make it truly possible for it reach new heights as My slave. Hahaha, it doesn’t believe Me when I explain that I am simply going to snap My fingers and command it to shrink and it will slowly become smaller and smaller, and smaller! Shrinking all the way down until it is just smaller than My stiletto heel. So I am extremely amused when it stares in shock and bewilderment as it starts to really shrink! My tiny little shrunk slave stares up at Me from its new perspective - the correct perspective for an inferior male slave before its powerful, giantess Goddess. I compare it's new pathetically small height with My shiny silver heel as I stand, towering above My little slave. Now it can lick every millimetre spotless! I make it lick My heels and My red soles with its tiny little tongue. it will have to work much harder now to please Me. I reach for it with My hand and pick it up, dangling it in front of My face as I ask if it is ready to become even smaller. Yes - smaller! I am still not satisfied with it’s size, I want it to shrink so small that it will fit inside the tiny little gap between My toes inside My shoes. I set it back down on the floor and slowly remove My stiletto and put My giant worn, warm and deeply scented Wolford pantyhose foot right up to its face and make it take a deep sniff. Each time I snap My fingers, it sniffs and shrinks even smaller.. So small I can barely see its tiny body under My foot. I point My toes over it and make it grab on, lifting it off the floor as it holds on for its life, dangling over My shoe. I slowly lower My foot down, and slide it right into My stiletto… I can feel it become so tightly trapped right inside. I can just hear the distant muffled gasps and moans as I stand up with it deeply squeezed inside My shoe, right between My pantyhose toes. This is going to be an interesting, fun day - having My tiny slave trapped inside My shoe whilst I drive, go shopping, have lunch with My Girlfriends... What a lucky, tiny, tiny little foot slave!

Video Description: He's playing hard to get, we had a fight. All that pouting isn't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. He takes a nap. Wakes up like this. Hah. I wore his fetishes, and he's pretending it's "whatever". Is it whatever when I throat your cock? When I lick and suck you while you wriggle in this restraint? You're not going anywhere until we make up... In my mouth and in yours.

Video Description: Hier ist eine Sammlung von Szenen, wie ich meinem Sklaven an einem Tag mit starken Blahungen immer wieder ins Gesicht furze. Mal direkt in seine Nase, mal in den Mund, oder mit Hilfsmitteln, dass er alles wegschnuffeln muss.

Video Description: Two boys. Two toys for Mistress Lexy Noir. One is already suspended, bound and awaiting Her whip. The other kneels obediently at Her feet, given a cruel command: stroke without release. he must edge endlessly for Her pleasure. One failure, one drop, and he’ll trade roles with the one hanging, trembling, marked by Her merciless hand. While he strokes, Lexy selects from Her collection of whips. She takes Her time. She enjoys the anticipation. And when She begins, lashes fall in rhythm, each strike followed by a demand: “How much does it hurt?” His answer only fuels Her sadism. Ten lashes? No. That’s just a number. This is art. While he writhes under Her whip, the other boy struggles, denied climax, ordered to stay right on the edge as She periodically checks his cock, commanding him to stroke harder, closer. The pressure builds. Her control tightens. The scent of their pain excites Her. Their suffering feeds Her. When the suspended boy’s back is painted in pain, She selects an even crueller whip, because he is far from finished. And when the stroking boy finally fails, as She knew he would, spilling for Her beauty... His fate is sealed. he joins the dance of pain.